The monsters in me Rattle in their cage until They break my ribcage
Free Time
We keep playing games Like it's a summer day And we have time to spare -Kel Dayheart
No Background
I write so much On topics that I Can't even begin To describe Especially as I have No basis For my prose -Kel Dayheart
War Paint
Beauty is war Every stroke of brush Is one more line Of defense Armor up, Darlings -Kel Dayheart
Branding
The taste of cinnamon Burns my tongue Like your kisses Burn my skin -Kel Dayheart
Spring Shower
The growl of rain Surrounds us As we try To wait out this storm -Kel Dayheart
Nothing to do
This rain is depressing But at least it's stopping me From doing anything But write -Kel Dayheart
Heartless
Is it considered murder If there is no body to mourn Just my ripped apart heart My body is whole But I cannot recognize The thing that was my heart -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #108
She was a fool, easily handled.
Haiku #97
This bottomless pool Is more shallow than you think For vanity shows
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